marinacarlson
His chatter annoyed her.
He would constantly ask questions that were uninvited: "How's your love life?" "What are you up to?" "Are you planning on moving to Boston?"
Why couldn't he leave her well enough alone to miss him? She already did.
But then again, she invited his chats, and she knew it - how could he resist it when she so temptingly dangled it in front of him?
The noise was driving her crazy. She sat clutching her cappuccino, and it seemed to drive into her head like a power tool, making her clutch her hot beverage tighter and tighter each second. Steamy liquid poured all over her new pants. Damnit.